User blog comment:Biggren/The Southern Alliance/@comment-3135907-20120218164233

Glowering the first and second mates go down underdecks, quite unhappily. Suddenly the galley is within only a hundred yards or so of the vessel named Samerel (after the otter tribe that built it and now pilot it along with the shrews). "No rowin' necessary!" shouts Grivvin. "All crew, keep under! Bring up the decoys though!" Dressed in elegant clothing fitting wealthy merchants, several mice and dormice are led on deck. "Remember yer lines..." whispers Grivvin maliciously in the ear of the dormouse who is posing as "Captain".